The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 143

Philip hurried to explain, "Wynnie, you're overthinking it. Maybe there's something wrong with the card. I'll be back soon."

Patrick was a smart man and caught on immediately. He said, "Madam, please don't worry about it. We'll be back soon. I won't take up too much of Mr. Clarke's time." When Wynn heard his response, she could not say anything else. Hence, she nodded.

Philip followed Patrick to the VIP room and took a seat on the cozy sofa while Patrick made him tea.

Patrick was still astonished by Philip's young age. He was a big customer with a balance of a hundred billion after all!

The richest man in the country had a net worth of only slightly more than a hundred billion. However, that included the assets of the man's company.

As for Philip, he had a hundred billion in personal savings!

It was simply too inconceivable!

'For him to be so wealthy, he has to be the offspring of a hidden family.'

"Mr. Clarke is so young and talented. I wasn't expecting you to be so rich. It's really unexpected," Patrick said.

Sitting next to Patrick was his little lover, the bank teller from the front counter.

Nevertheless, Philip turned a blind eye to this.

He had met too many women that were of the same kind before.

"Manager Carson, I only have one request. In a while, when my mother-in-law and wife ask about this, you shall say that there is an error in the bank's system. Is that understood?" Philip said calmly. The matter had to be kept a secret. If Martha and Wynn found out about such a large sum of money, the consequences would be unimaginable.

It was not something that could simply be exposed.

Besides, once Philip's true identity was revealed, how would he explain it?

Moreover, he did not know how many pairs of eyes were stalking him from the dark.

How could that woman let him off so easily?

What happened back then had that woman's fingerprints all over it.

No way, it was too dangerous!

Philip could not afford to reveal his true identity at the moment.

"Of course, we will definitely meet Mr. Clarke's requests." Patrick nodded repeatedly; his face was full of flattery and respect. He asked, "Mr. Clarke, if you don't mind, may I know the reason?" Patrick was really curious about Philip's identity. If he could butter up such a person, it would be akin to him striking the jackpot!

"Manager Carson, some things are better left unknown."

Since Philip put it in such a way, Patrick could not probe any further.

Seeing Patrick's reluctance, Philip understood what the former was thinking.

When Philip was younger, hundreds of bank managers and presidents would knock on his door every day, begging him to take their deposit and wealth management services; they would all promise him a lot of benefits.

This Patrick Carson was no exception, otherwise, he would not have brought him to the VIP room.

"Manager Carson, let's do this. Your bank will keep this a secret for me, and I'll deposit some money here," Philip said with a smile.

Patrick shuddered. He was still wondering how to broach the subject when Philip beat him to it.

Excitement and exhilaration welled up in him.

Patrick exchanged a glance with his little lover, his face wrinkled with smiles.

Were rich people always so generous?

"Mr. Clarke, what are you saying? Such a thing is only expected of us for our customers," Patrick said as he tried his best to be courteous. Philip nodded and stood up while saying, "In that case, I'll retract the offer then. I'll take my leave now."

Patrick was dumbfounded. He was not expecting Philip to be so straightforward.

"Please wait a minute, Mr. Clarke."

Patrick quickly stood up and said fawningly, "If Mr. Clarke makes a deposit in this small branch of ours, I'll be sure to manage it properly."

The corners of Philip's mouth curled up. In this world, there was no one uninterested in money.

After that, Patrick spent a lot of time talking about how much Philip should save, for how long, the interest rates Philip would receive, and so on.

In the end, Philip said casually, "Let's do this. Transfer one billion from this card into your branch and open an account under my wife's name. The password will be her birthday."

"One... one billion?" Patrick looked at Philip. There was a stunned expression on the former's face; Patrick was wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him.

Goodness!

One billion just like that, and under his wife's name at that!

This man is simply too rich!